Chapter 391

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Lin En previously only thought this Nine-Sided Sealing Spirit Array was used to sever the Bug Swarm's Consciousness Link.

Unexpectedly, besides being able to trap Gu Yu's main consciousness, it can actually also control the flow of time.

And it's not speeding up internal time to quickly kill the target, but rather... slowing down the time inside the Barrier?

Why?

Luna Fee went to such great lengths to set up this Barrier, wasn't it to kill Gu Yu as soon as possible and dismantle the Decapitation Squad?

What benefit does slowing down time have for her?

Stalling for time...

These four words instantly flashed through Lin En's mind.

Luna is waiting.

What is she waiting for? Waiting for external reinforcements? Waiting for some ongoing ritual to complete?

Or waiting for a Variable to arise outside, forcing her to divide her attention?

Countless thoughts flashed rapidly through his mind, yet none had sufficient evidence to support them.

He took a Deep Breath, suppressing the doubts in his heart.

Thinking about these is useless right now.

Gu Yu is Temporarily not in danger, her psychic state is also very Stable, in a short time those Nine Chaos Knights fundamentally cannot take her down. World Core, break this damn thing.

"Pass the order down, full line press forward." Lin En opened his eyes, his voice carrying decisive killing intent.

"No need to keep a Reserve Force, all assault squads launch the charge simultaneously, I want to take the Underground First Floor within six hours."

"Yes!"

The Command was relayed down, the originally steadily Advancing Vanguard Army instantly intensified its offensive.

The roar of explosive shells suddenly became several times denser, the Purification Apostles fearlessly Charged at the Most Front, using claws and psychic power to Tear Open one Defensive Line after another.

Flesh and blood Fly Splash in the corridors, Lament and Roar intertwining into Hell's symphony.

Time passed minute by minute, second by second.

After a full eight hours, as the last Imperial Cultist had his Green Skin Virus Head blown apart by explosive shells, the resistance on the Underground First Floor finally completely subsided.

Thick Blood Taste mixed with Smoke, permeating the entire corridor.

The Metal Ground underfoot had long been soaked through with blood, stepping on it was sticky and slippery, the Walls on both sides hung with shattered flesh and clothing.

The Vanguard Army paid the price of nearly three thousand casualties to gnaw down this hard bone.

Lin En had no intention of stopping to reorganize.

He stepped on the debris covering the ground, walking to the Bulletproof Door leading to the Underground Second Floor.

From behind the Door, faint bursts of sharp Strange Laugh and scorching Heat Wave could be heard.

Without needing to think, one knows the Demons on the second layer will only be more numerous and Harder to Deal With than the first layer.

"Rest for Ten Minutes, Supplement Ammunition." Lin En's voice was calm and waveless, "Ten Minutes later, attack the second layer."

He raised his eyes to look into the Depth of the Bulletproof Door, his gaze Ice Cold.

Luna.

No matter what you're waiting for, I will Personally smash your calculations to pieces.

Simultaneously, in the Depth of the North Pole Ice Plains, bone-piercing Ice Wind rolled up snow, howling as it swept across continuous ice peaks.

A huge natural ice cave hides among the Mountains, the cave entrance half-covered by heavy ice curtains, revealing only a single crack.

Looking inside from the crack, the ice cave interior has interlocking jagged ice, huge icicles hanging from the vaulted ceiling, protruding from the Ground, like a fierce beast's Fangs, Layer upon Layer, scattered in orderly disorder.

This is the Ice Fang Clan's core settlement-----Tooth City.

In the Depth of the ice cave, the bonfire crackled, red Firelight reflecting off faces weathered by Wind and Snow.

Beast Skin Tents built scattered along the Ice Wall, Wildmen in heavy fur coats Shuttle back and forth, children chase and play among the icicles, the air drifting with the fragrance of roasted meat and the rich aroma of beast milk.

"Woo~~~~"

A long horn sound came from the cave entrance, carrying a somewhat muffled Echo.

The people in the Tribe all stopped what they were doing, looking toward the cave entrance.

The Caravan has arrived.

In this season when trade is cut off, every Caravan that can Traverse the Wind and Snow and Arrive means the hope of staying alive.

A modified small Transport Ship Arrived first, it landed on the open flat Ground at the ice cave Entrance.

The Hatch opened, several merchants in heavy coats walked down first, followed by a dozen porters, carrying boxes of food, medicine and Tools.

The Ice Fang Clan's second-in-command Pes brought several clansmen to welcome them, a rough Smile on his face, embracing the leading merchant tightly.

Both Parties briefly exchanged pleasantries, then began unloading and inspecting goods.

Porters carried boxes Shuttle back and forth, Footsteps Echoing dull Sounds in the ice cave.

No One noticed, right in the chaos of unloading, three figures cloaked in gray-white capes silently detached from the porter team.

They clung to the Shadows of the Ice Wall, like three strands of Cold Qi fused into the Wind and Snow, in a flash they slipped into the ice passages deep in Tooth City.

Under the Hood, Dominic's gaze was Firm.

He swept a glance at the interlocking Ice Fangs on both sides, certain that Here definitely held the Answer he sought.

"Tooth City, I'm here."

The horn blast at the Ice Cave entrance still echoed beneath the vaulted ceiling, and three figures in gray-white cloaks had already slipped into the ice passages deep within Tooth City, pressing against the ice walls amid the chaos of unloading.

Dominic raised a hand to adjust his hood, the cold light of the Optical Camouflage Device flowing along the edges of the fabric.

The three figures were completely merged into the ice-blue Shadow.

The ice beneath their feet had been worn smooth and warm by centuries of footsteps, making almost no sound when stepped on.

He had originally thought the so-called Wildmen settlement was nothing more than a slightly larger Ice Cave, with several thousand to tens of thousands of people barely scraping by.

Only by truly venturing deep inside did he realize how wrong he had been.

The scale of Tooth City far exceeded imagination.

The vaulted ceiling of the natural Ice Cave rose hundreds of meters, extending upward into the dim depths of the ice layer, its top almost invisible to the naked eye.

Besides the massive main cavern naturally belonging to the iceberg, layered side caves and platforms had been carved into the ice walls around it, connected by ice-pick staircases and vine suspension bridges.

Deeper still, man-made passages wound downward, black and bottomless, clearly underground spaces continually expanded by the Ice Fang Clan over hundreds of years.

According to intelligence estimates, this ice city could hold over a hundred million people at its peak, one of the largest Wildmen settlements in the entire North Pole Ice Plains.

But what truly stirred Dominic's heart was not the immense scale, but the order here.

There was none of the filth and chaos he had seen in other barbaric worlds, no trash or excrement visible everywhere, and no savage skirmishes where tribes drew blades at the slightest provocation.

On the wide main ice road, hunters carrying beast-skin bundles marched in formation, their game neatly bundled on sleds.

Blood dripped onto the ice surface, and soon someone followed behind with an ice shovel to clean it up.

On the ice platforms, women sewed leather clothes with bone needles, children squatted in a circle around the elders, listening to the old people tell ancient legends in low tones, occasionally letting out a few clear laughs, yet not boisterous.

It was indeed a scene of "white-haired and hanging hair, contentedly at ease."

In the workshop district farther away, the rhythmic sounds of stone grinding and beast tendon pounding rang out, craftsmen each attending to their duties, with even the distribution of stone and beast bones well organized.

Peaceful, orderly, carrying a harmony approaching simplicity.

Dominic leaned against an ice pillar, gazing at the distant scene, his brow slightly furrowed.

Influenced by his grandfather since childhood, he had long been interested in the local customs and cultures of the Empire's various star domains.

Having wandered through half a life of war across several hundred worlds, he had seen no fewer than ninety, and perhaps a hundred, primitive tribes.

Most barbaric tribes either maintained order through bloody violence or were driven madly fanatical by extreme faith.

For the Ice Fang Clan to maintain such gentle and orderly operation within a near-primitive social structure was extremely rare.

This was absolutely not something achievable merely by a single powerful and benevolent leader.

A people's spiritual core was often engraved in their faith.

If they worshipped bloodthirsty deities, the people would inevitably be brave and combative.

Conversely, if they worshipped lascivious Evil Gods, the clan would inevitably be decadent and depraved.

The power of the Warp never bestowed favors for nothing; it would always subtly twist the minds of believers, dragging an entire civilization toward the corresponding Abyss.

But in the eyes of the Ice Fang Clan, there was no corrupted madness, no oppressed numbness, only the resilience and peace belonging to an Ice and Snow Ethnic Group.

This meant the legendary "Frost Dragon" was almost impossible to be a creation of Warp Evil Gods.